These last few weeks have been pretty busy with doctors appointments (for my Dad) and a few catering jobs for me. When Monday rolled around I felt I needed to stay home and dig out from what felt like months of paperwork. I was able to toss a bunch of things (doesn’t that always feel good?) and organize the pile that I kept. For the first time in months I was able to see the top of my desk! Woohoo!
After that amazing (for me) accomplishment, I needed to celebrate by baking a pie. Fortunately, my friend Sue had a birthday this week and that gave me the perfect opportunity to try out a recipe I was given by our mutual friend, Bajr. The recipe was for a Rhubarb Custard Pie… and luckily I had the right amount of rhubarb in my fridge (from my neighbor Deb) and just a handful of raspberries to toss in for color. This is what it looked like when it went into the oven.
Bajr’s Rhubarb Custard Pie
When the pie emerged from the oven an hour or so later, it looked pretty much the same… and it smelled delicious! When it was cool enough to pick up, I drove it over to Sue’s house, but unfortunately she was not at home. I left the pie in a safe space by her door and sent her a text letting her know that it was home waiting for her. Later, we talked and she told me that she shared the pie with herJefferson Public Radio co-workers and she was delighted to have the original recipe from Bajr.
Then yesterday I finally got around to making a pie for a couple who I’d been thinking of for some time. I’ve known Alma and Bill for years and have admired them for many reasons and once had even brought a pie to church for them! That particular day, Alma and Bill were not at church and so instead I went with my intuition and gave the pie to another. That would not happen this time! I chose to make them a Raspberry Peach Pie… because the peaches were so fragrant and the berries bright and beautiful. Here is the before baking photo…. lovely isn’t it?
Raspeberry Peach Pie
After the pie was done (and you can tell it is done when the fruit juices are bubbling through the crust like this)
Then, I drove the pie to Alma and Bill’s house. As was the case with Sue, they were not at home. I tucked my name into the saran wrap covering the pie and left it on their doorstep. A short while later, I received a lovely call from Alma thanking me for the pie. As I listened to her words I thought, “How lucky I am to be able to make people happy by doing something that I love.” I wish that everyone could discover how good that feels!
“Just don’t give up trying to do what you really want to do. Where there is love and inspiration, I don’t think you can go wrong.” Ella Fitzgerald
Pie a Day Give Away 